Have got a couple of pieces on the go, but think they're a long way off, and I probably won't have time for them for a while, I hope I'm wrong.
Finally got some decent liquor for recreational purposes though, so it isn't all doom and gloom.


Thesis TheoremsIve set a course for six months ago, And youve gone above and beyond The call of duty to push me into the road Of inner voyaging.Thesis Theorems
And everything was going so well
The barriers of hard spirits That zigzag across the tarmac Are bigger than they look. Even in the broader daylight They creep up from the bow, Which is where Ill always Keep my blindest spot.
Ill dissertate my soul away, To make ends meet. To pave the way for a spell Slouched in a ringside seat In and around the volatile sound That


Neon AtrocitiesYouve gone into marketing overdrive. Thats the best way to make a million. Youre Ron Hubbard, fulfilling your fancies Of riches through science fiction fallacies.Neon Atrocities
Your many disciples are blasphemous. Theyre sleeping around with minds of their own. Shining eyes stark with expression, meanings That fall between your balanced equations.
Youre the secret police, patrolling The highways in cars with blacked out windows. Increasingly aware of how intricate The genetics of composure really are.
Youll wipe your feet on the


Evenings at PlayIts not the way you spat my name, Or the badly hidden flicker of panic When I moved into the room next door. Its the surprise reaction To the way Ive enjoyed your body, Your naked words without consequence.Evenings at Play
History isnt repetitive, Long gone the days I could play you around. Long gone the nights, our tangled intimacies Amidst the worlds worst kept secret. Ive traced your fingerprints across my chest While you lie awake, just one wall away From ecstasy.


One Night StandWith the overwhelming desire to fuck something I peered around over the rim of my glass. Oozing with whiskey charisma, Nicotine tang on mouthwash breath.One Night Stand
Re-christened in spirits, mental pictures Of alcohol obscured evenings, Crashing comedown morning revelations. Reflected in the eyes of stupid little girls.
But I tire easily, cold in the warmth Of full swing swanky soirees. Listening for the inevitable High-heeled footsteps, Id let her follow as I left the party room. She was the one.


I can't tell the differenceA word long lost around, Broken and rocky ground. A hopeful plea fades, In hallucinatory arcades. Flickering lights scream, A hazy purple dream -I can't tell the difference
Of twisted nightmare -
- demons, held -
In crested cages... Of wishes felled, From childish cries, And remembered lies...... .....I hope he dies.
Delivered to-
Punishment , much worse -
Than my stolen self worth.... It was drowned by your memory, And lost for eternity.
war
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Laughter is the language of the soul[link]
i am also a member of [link]
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There's no blood thicker than ink
Tir gan teanga, Tir gan anam
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Laughter is the language of the soul[link]
i am also a member of [link]
and [link] and [link]
--
There's no blood thicker than ink
Tir gan teanga, Tir gan anam
However if Miguel can get a shot to the body early it might take half a yard out of Manny's dancing shoes, bring him into the trenches and stay away from a gunfight.
I still can't bloody choose!
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Laughter is the language of the soul[link]
i am also a member of [link]
and [link] and [link]
sorry, but i'm not really, i think i have all rights to be a little smug and gloat a we bit under the circumstances!
Sad really, you're a good lad and all, but this obsession Wolves fans have with McIndoe is unhealthy.
Enjoy it, get that chip off your shoulder and I hope you stay there next year. No need to gloat, you're a big club that have spent millions and we ain't, new stadium coming soon, and if we don't get promoted next year I look forward to playing you in the second division in 2010/11
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There's no blood thicker than ink
Tir gan teanga, Tir gan anam
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